Amid everyone's anticipation, the city wall was breached.
But it had not been completely destroyed.
A gap had indeed appeared, but it was not large.
It could only fit one or two people through at a time, like a narrow alley.
At that size, there was no way an army could pass through it.
"The city wall is actually this thick!?" Tawara Tōta was dumbfounded.
The Noble Phantasms of Percival and himself had only barely blasted open such a tiny hole—so small it was practically useless.
The wall was probably a hundred meters thick, and far tougher than they had imagined.
"Who else is there? Go widen that opening!" Tawara Tōta shouted, gritting his teeth, clearly blaming himself.
Neither Percival nor he could unleash their Noble Phantasms a second time anytime soon. But if that breach was not widened, the entire allied army would be stuck here!
That outcome was absolutely unacceptable!
Yet aside from Percival and himself, none of the Servants on their side possessed a Noble Phantasm capable of effectively damaging that wall.
"Damn it!" Tawara Tōta, usually so cheerful, clenched his teeth.
Gather mana faster. If it came down to it, he would fire off his own Saint Graph!
Boom!!!
Gareth slammed into the ground, forcing Lancelot back.
Lancelot gritted his teeth as he fended off Gareth's attack. He was frantic with worry.
The repeated bombardment from Percival and Tawara Tōta's Noble Phantasms had only opened a tiny gap in the wall. And in the intelligence shared before the battle, their side had no third Noble Phantasm capable of destroying it.
His Holy Sword.
His breathing trembled slightly.
The immense emotions radiating from Gareth were affecting him every moment, filling him with uncontrollable sorrow.
But—battle had no need for sorrow.
"Roar—"
Another roar forced Lancelot back once